“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
One of my all-time favorites ✌️
ReplyDeleteAs we feel Hope inside of our bodies it really does seem to perch- it is higher than other emotions and sometimes flys itself in and watching, hovers...it comes and goes and lifts and carries and asks, although in waves to hold the perch, in no extreme measure asks "not a crumb of me" in return....but is a backdrop to this Life we know. Hope really does feel like a bird...
Birds represent freedom. They fly away, or not. They can fly away or around.
DeleteI like the metaphor. It is interesting to think of the many ways that hope and birds compare and contrast.